Finally the flowers started to bloom,
Beautiful, colourful, bright,
Winter makes everything cold and grey,
But Spring makes every flower a-light.
Pretty colours, pink, white and blue,
The dead ones stood out so much now,
They looked so ugly, sitting there,
That I picked them so that they were no longer there,
I wondered, why did this happen when cold and how?
My answer came to me in Science,
For we were learning about plants,
The answer was so much more informative,
That when I got home, I just had to dance.
I now understood why it happened,
Even though they still looked bad,
The poor things couldn't help it,
It was all Winters fault! Now I'm mad.
Poem by: Me
Poem idea by: @robinamb0316
Thank u again robin 4 this idea; I tried my best😂.
